At 8 o'clock the next morning, it was not until the working hours of the day shift. Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong arrived at the General Office of the Ling Law Enforcement Department with breakfast and glanced at him and saw a large area of ​​corpses lying on the sofa in the rest area. After a closer look, wasn't it just the terrible team members of the General Office's Field Team?

Feng Rong raised his eyebrows, knocked on the back of the sofa with the folder in his hand, and said lightly: "Have you not even gone back to sleep?"

The small movement was enough to make everyone jump up reflexively. Zhu Mengtian had long heard the elevator door ringing. At this time, he opened his swollen peach blossom eyes and said weakly: "I have devoted my dedication to the minister until I die--"

Ding Youlan rubbed his eyes, striving to be able to rate his mental outlook by 60. "I found some clues last night, and I stayed a little late, so I didn't go back." In fact, the members of the field team of the General Office were permanent staff members of this office.

Feng Rong did not ask them what clues they found, but looked at the watch and said, "Give you five minutes, and you will appear with me after you have packed yourself."

"...ah?" Fei Rong was secretly holding one of the bread brought by the minister and Assistant Lin into her mouth. He almost choked when he heard this. "Minister, what scene is there?"

Seeing that although everyone was full of doubts, they had already started to sort out their clothes and hair quickly, Feng Rong was very satisfied, but this satisfaction could not offset the gloom of receiving the notice from the scene early in the morning. Lin Yingkong consciously replied to him: "I received a report ten minutes ago, and K Jiaotong University issued another suicide case. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs immediately took over the crime scene and waited for us to come and take a look."

Di Bingqiao was rinsing into the bathroom while finding toiletries from the desk, "Damn it! Come again!"

The youngest person is, but the fastest way to wash his face and brush his teeth, Cheng Xiaodai came over from the bathroom and asked worriedly: "Why is something wrong again? Is it okay with Brother Jingbai?"

Feng Rong rubbed Cheng Xiaodai's head, "Yingkong and Jingbai have contacted him, he is fine."

Last night, E Jingbai was in Time Bar openly and had a meaning of attracting a snake out of the hole. But why didn't the murderer attack him, but instead chose another victim? Or was there something wrong with their guess last night?

The members of the field team of the General Office all trained the washing speed. Fei Rong ran out with water on her face, blinking her big eyes and was extremely innocent: "Minister, I have died another person, it's not our business!"

"...Are you the murderers?" Feng Rong asked calmly.

"..." Fei Rong almost swears to the sky, "Minister, we are all innocent!"

"..." Feng Rong looked at her silently, then looked down at her watch, and said calmly: "Five minutes are here, let's go."

So the field team of the General Office entered the elevator and left the headquarters building. Fei Rong hid sneakily behind the team and pulled Zhu Mengtian's sleeve, asking suspiciously: "Did I do something stupid just now?" She thought that the minister's glance just now made her go as far as she thought, but she really couldn't bear to say it in it.

Zhu Mengtian also drifted at her with an unpredictable faint look, and then sighed, the image of a gangster instantly turned into a melancholy handsome man, sighing: "You also know that you did a stupid thing..."

"..." Fei Rong bent her mouth and gritted her teeth and threw Master Zhu over her shoulder, and accurately fell into the driver's seat of the small passenger car standard in the field team of the General Office.

This time was when the university town was bustling, and the students rushed to the first class, in groups of three or three, either energetic or depressed. The car of the field team of the General Office drove all the way downstairs of the dormitory, but this time we came not the girls' dormitory where Mu Er was, nor the boy's dormitory, but the faculty and staff dormitory building of K Jiaotong University.

The accident was an old professor. His wife had passed away. His children were all going to school and work outside. Now they live alone in the staff dormitory. Because the accident was the teacher, the faculty and staff who found the body were calm. Therefore, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Ling also controlled the spread of rumors in time. When Feng Rong and his group entered the dormitory building, they did not see panic or onlookers. Zhu Mengtian looked at the minister, and Feng Rong gestured to him. Zhu Mengtian understood and grabbed Fei Rong, who was still slapped, and went to the direction of the administrative building.

Up to the second floor, several people in regular clothes stood in the corridor and politely stopped the school people who wanted to find out. The tallest person in charge was an acquaintance - Bao Su, the leader of the 014 Group of the Ling Foreign Ministry Headquarters, came up as soon as he saw them.

"Minister of the Imperial Palace, Assistant Lin." Bao Su was the kind of person who was not very polite. After shook hands with them one by one, he directly greeted them inside and said as he walked: "The deceased was Han Jian'an, who is a veteran professor of history majoring in K Jiaotong University. In the past two days, Minister of the Imperial Palace brought your people to investigate the case here. Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs did not dare to relax. When a teacher found the body in the morning, my team members were right here, so he did not alarm the police in the human world and took over the matter directly. No one has ever entered the crime scene yet, so he is waiting for Minister of the Imperial Palace to come."

The old professor lived in the innermost part of the second floor. The time they walked past was just enough for Bao Su to repeat the introduction. A thick and tall man stood in front of the door of the room that was thinner than him. He was the one who was not able to open the door. Seeing that Bao Su had a wink, he turned around and untie the restrictions he had placed and took two steps to allow other people to enter and exit.

Feng Rong pushed open the door casually. Although it was a single room inside, the place was not small, with one kitchen and one bathroom. The remaining space was used as a living room and a bedroom, with tables, chairs, beds and stools. In addition, there were large-scale paper books, which were dazzling and dazzling.

The old professor with gray temples was sitting in his pajamas at the desk by the window, half of his body was lying on the keyboard of the old desktop computer. The net cable that was forced to pull away bypassed his hands and wrapped it around his neck, causing purple-black blooming bruises. The reading glasses seemed to fall to the ground while struggling, and had been stepped on the cracks like spider webs. The half-open curtain just threw a ray of sky light and hit the corpse that the old professor was harassed by mosquitoes after his death. He faced the door, opened his mouth, dissipated his eyes, fear, and unwillingness.

This is the first corpse that the field team of the General Office took over the suicide of the network cable. Everyone seemed very cautious. Feng Rong would have extended the spiritual sense that had already been filled with the whole room and slightly retracted. He reached into the void, took out disposable gloves and shoe covers to wear them neatly before stepping into the crime scene. Di Bingqiao, Ding Youlan and Cheng Xiaodai brought their tools and went in one after another to perform their duties. Lin Yingkong watched Feng Rong enter and adjusted his expression slightly, with a little compassionate sigh that had not dissipated just now. He turned to look at Bao Su, "Captain Bao, is it convenient for me to take me to see the first person who discovered the crime scene?"

"No problem, he is waiting next door," Bao Su nodded and explained: "The first person found out was Professor Han Jianan's neighbor, a young teacher from the School of Business Administration. Han Jianan is old and has always taken good care of this senior. He wakes up every morning and calls Han Jianan to go to class with him. Unexpectedly, no one responds no matter how he knocks on the door this morning. When he is anxious, he pried the lock and saw Han Jianan's body."

Lin Yingkong followed Bao Su for two steps, then followed his eyes to the room with the door open next door. A tall and strong man sat on the single bed smoking. When he looked up, he was a little surprised when he saw Lin Yingkong. Then he stood up with a wry smile, his tone was a little depressed, and said, "Meet again, Lin sir."

Lin Yingkong's eyes stayed on the man for a few seconds without any trace, and then showed a look of sympathy, "I didn't expect to see Teacher Fang again in such a scene. It's so unfortunate."

In Han Jian'an's room, Di Bingqiao roughly inspected the body and said to Feng Rong who was standing next to her: "Minister, the deceased was also suffocated. The death time is about three to five hours." She calculated the time, and it was now 8:20, "that is, about three to five in the morning."

Ding Youlan couldn't help frowning. After Cheng Xiaodai took the situation around the body with a camera, he walked over and touched the temperature of the desktop computer's case, and said, "The computer standby time is basically consistent with the time of the deceased's death." His fingers wearing disposable gloves avoided the old professor's body, pressed a few keys on the keyboard. The computer desktop that was standing by for a long time lit up again. The faint blue light reflected on Han Jian'an's terrifying face. Ding Youlan forced himself to focus on the computer, but didn't find anything on the desktop. He carefully typing the keyboard for a while, and then his eyes lit up, saying, "The deceased's computer has been invaded and modified some things. The deceased may have pulled the network cable too fast, and the other party didn't have time to erase all traces. I can try to track the other party's IP address."

"Well, take the computer back later." Feng Rong got the message he wanted, so he stopped staring at them working. He walked away a few steps and started walking around the room.

Professor Han Jianan may have an old pedantic personality. There were not many scattered personal belongings in the room, only piles of teaching materials and history books. The only family photo was squeezed into a small corner by an unknown old secret history. Feng Rong picked up the photo frame and looked at it. He silently put it back to his original position as it was. Then his eyes fell on an envelope that was pressed by the books, and his brows were raised inadvertently.
Chapter completed!